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"Monsters" are common around here. They always have been. While many societies choose to revere them as gods or use them to instill fear into ill-behaved children, the monsters of New Cloudbank are one with the people and have been able to hold jobs, own property and self, and vote; freedoms gained from a civil movement some decades ago. While societal integration has gone somewhat smoothly, there is some resistance held by conservative individuals that look down on monster-human relations and hold the untrue belief that some of the less humanshape monsters are a threat to people.

Boxer is an example of one such creature. His upper body is proportionally larger than any human; that if he stood on human legs he would easily reach thirteen feet tall, cut like someone who exercises on a needlessly regular schedule. However, he does not stand on human legs at all, but rather a numerous set of tentacles, rich cocoa-brown like the rest of his skin, decorated with stark yellow stripes at their base and a line of dots along their topsides, lined with dark golden suction cups on the opposite side, and delicate membranes between them. His yellow accents, including his eyes, glow under dark enough conditions to see them.

He's never harmed a human in his life, much rather the opposite if anything, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a reputation for it...

Errands.

A monster's gotta eat.

Of course, he doesn't have to drop by for meat, as the only thing he puts on his table are things he caught with his own hands swimming in the depths outside of the bay. But frying fish in its own juices does not a meal plan make, so regular supermarket trips are the solution to well-rounded meals.

But he can't quite get around like everyone else, on account of boneless tentacles being designed more for underwater agility than, well, walking. So he has to opt for a wheelchair, one custom-built to accommodate his bulk and allows him to comfortably use his extra appendages for his wheel-based mobility while keeping his hands free.

Although being just shy of wheelchair-bound on land, he's at less disadvantage than one might think, using his long tentacles to snatch things off of the topmost shelf with length to spare. Otherwise, he tries to keep them hidden under a soft, knitted blanket, for the comfort of strangers, who tend to stare anyway. (Oh well.) He likes to joke that it's not his form, but the fact that he chooses to dress somewhat formally even for his mundane outings, even though he knows that's not the case.

Maybe you're the one struggling to reach that favorite item of yours so conveniently stashed just beyond finger's grasp on the top shelf.

"Here. I'll get that for you," he says, with an easy smile.

Bet you weren't prepared for a tentacle to hand you something when you went out today.

Shore.

This quiet little section of the beach is usually deserted, rumored to be the place where feral monsters hunt for humans. Now this, this is a rumor that is entirely Boxer's fault, purposely spread to his few visitors so he could have this little piece of heaven all to himself.

Maybe you're a regular here. Maybe you're a brave new first-time visitor, hopefully to catch sight of the man-eating monster for yourself. Either way, the sight is hardly as intimidating as the legend: he's sprawled out naked on the warm sand, basking in the sunlight that beats against his bare, chiseled back as he naps.

Scary.

Water.

New Cloudbank is a large city-state with bustling seaside commerce, full of fishery companies, international trade, and tourism. A water-dweller like Boxer is almost never without work, since many companies are chomping at the bit to commission an strong, amphibious monster to survey the deep for the next best catch, keeping the water safe, or mounting rescues for wayward tourists.

He loves what he does for a living.

Maybe you, too, are of similar business, using your nonhuman physiology to your advantage in the outer bay waters, catching Boxer in the middle of what he does best. Or maybe you're simply a patron of these companies--for Boxer, as brazen as he is to get a free drink, will gladly suction-cup climb his way into boats and schmooze with locals and tourists alike.

Wildcard!

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[Nariko was the idiot that decided it was totally fine to just plop right next to a guy that was multiple sizes bigger than herself - she's not disappointed by the treatment itself but the explanation doesn't quite make it to the surface of her thoughts. What does occur to Nariko is how she can slide and twist her tongue around those limbs and the suckers that line parts of her mouth, she runs the tip of her tongue quickly at the rims, masses it along the insides - she's as curious as as she is wet right about now, so good on Boxer for being so aware, she sure as hell isn't. What a responsible guy.

And a talented one as he's proven multiple times over.

There's no hope of standing up to him and she's made her peace with that incredibly quickly, in part because of his newest move there. There's so much coming from every direction that even though she registers the special, so-good-it's-almost-maddening electric shock up and down her spine, Nariko has no idea where it's coming from at first. Omnipotent sensations until it repeats and repeats and repeats, and she her voice finds a way to climb higher and higher despite it's clear muffling.

Of course she'll go before him again, every nerve on her body is all but howling for another brain melting orgasm - but she turns her head away from the tentacles in her mouth despite the happy attention she's been willing to pay them up until now. She would pull at them but Nariko doesn't want to let go of Boxer's hand, only a natural disaster could make her let go.]

[He appreciates it. In multiple ways.

Boxer has had sex with a lot of people. A lot. And he can count the number of people that are able to pull off what she's doing on a single hand. After having vanilla sex with numerous people, it's revitalizing to run across something that excites him beyond the regular motions.

He bites his bottom lip with a mild grin as he watches and feels her orgasm again. Her crowded snatch puts an incredible amount of pressure on his dick-tentacle, so despite having only a small fraction of it buried inside of her, his back arches as a strong electric tingle runs down his spine with his orgasm, squeezing her hands in gentle pulses.

And if she thought that he put out of precum, well, she's in for a surprise right now. If she has enough wits about her to notice while it happens.]

N-Noriko...!

[Despite how...explosive it is, he's rather quiet.]

[While she might as well exist for the sake of this moment and for all that they're doing she isn't so far gone that she can't notice him practically flooding her body. If anything it's just another facet but fuck is it a really good one. And even better than all that is his voice - he's definitely really quiet but a lot of guys are sort of like that, right? She's never run into a man anywhere near as loud as herself, after all.

So to catch that one expressive moment of his, and the fact that he's saying her name ... She loves it.

It makes her own orgasm so, so much better, because apparently there really had been room for improvement from the first one. This time it's impossible to keep still no matter how violently she grips his hand, her hips buck as if determined to take even more than would be physically possible, maybe she wants a little more pain or there's no such thing as feeling it in that moment, it's difficult to say.

No matter what Boxer can probably keep a hold of her, right? For her it seems to go on forever but in truth it's maybe a handful of seconds before her body manages to calm itself into what can only be deemed a partially calm state. At the rate they're going he might be able to breathe and make her come.]

[Incredible. Absolutely incredible.

As he spends his ejaculate, his golden tentacle loses some of its robust profile, nonetheless staying dangerously slick and smooth. It's sensitive now--pleasantly so--without the constant dribble of precum.

Boxer rests his head between her thighs, lazily taking a significant section of her breast into his mouth and sucking on it idly. His tentacles slow down in their movements, but they still continue--hopefully Noriko doesn't mind being brought to her third orgasm with a slow, lazy fuck.

He lets go of one of her hands to place his warm fingers on the slight bulge on her lower stomach. With her plugged up so tight, there's nowhere else for that huge load to go anywhere else but, well, up. Hopefully she doesn't notice the mischievous curl that the edges of his mouth take on against her breast when he realizes what's happened to her.]

[Her other hand finally disengages from the sand beneath them, and she's aware enough in her post-orgasm haze to wipe it on her towel before she reaches up and pulls at the tentacles in her mouth so that she can be free for just a second. They can feel up her tits or something.]

Oh my god. [And he hasn't even stopped, not that she would even think to complain about it.] Talk about a force of nature.

[She can think, honestly! Her brain still works. It apparently works enough for her to comprehend what Boxer has already taken note of. That's. Oh.] ... That's new. [It's not like the every day man could possibly fill her with this much so it might be understandable to him but she attempts to debate how this even works for a second.

But that's far too complex, so she grabs one of the two long tentacles that had occupied her mouth and massages it with her fingers.] You look very proud of yourself.

[If he's really the type to enjoy causing such happy debauchery then she might be a little in love with him.]

[She can talk after all that? She's a real force of nature herself.

Boxer slowly sits up, head lolling as he rolls his shoulders. It's not what he intended, but it's still a show nonetheless, before he reaches up to place a hand on the ground beside her head as his other moves up to run his thumb across her lips.]

Another beauty ravaged by the might of the Kraken...

[To be perfectly honest, yes, it's a little bit of an ego trip, even outside of the whole "holy shit this feels amazing" thing. He likes finding and pushing boundaries, okay? And since he's not living up to his creed's likely well-earned reputation of sinking ships, he's gotta quench his thirst for conquering by using his dexterity and mental acuity.

Not that he believes people are things that need to be conquered or owned, but victory in these circumstances are just as easily defined as shipwrecks are.]

How are you holding up?

[Need a stretch? A drink? You've been in this position for a while, Noriko.]

[He can't hope to avoid her tongue if he's going to touch her lips like that, though all she does is pass it over the digit, rather benign.]

Hm.

[How is she? More than happy. If there were things she had been upset about or needed to decompress from then they feel completely beyond the scope of understanding right now. With her free hand she reaches up to skate her fingers over his chest, just another excuse to touch him, basically.]

I'm tired enough to want ribs. [But not something huge like an entire large pizza to herself. He's currently worn her out in just the right way, it's nice to feel the hint of exhaustion while remaining mostly in herself.] Kinda just wanna stay here all night and bang, though. Over and over and over again.

[Who cares about going home? Not her.]

[God, she's cute. Especially when she does little gestures like that. He preens a little bit when she goes to touch him.]

What if I told you we could do both? [So indulgent.] I know a place nearby that delivers. Might have to drop by my place so we don't get sand all over it.

[Plus, if he brings her home, she also has the option to just rest, vegetate, and have an excessive amount of food.]

See, now I'm beginning to think this is an incredibly elaborate dream I'm having, like that one where I went out with a really nice robot. [She's a woman of many desires, no judging.] How often does one get sex and ribs in the same night? It's the prom night I always wanted.

[... Should she go home with him, though? If he wanted to be a creep and kill her or something he's had a bunch of opportunities, and it's not like she won't know the city well enough to get herself home if she has to leave suddenly.

For as easygoing as she's been this whole time the possibility does take some thought.]

I hope you have a nice couch I can drape myself over.

[So, yeah, let's do it. Whenever she can actually move on her own.]

Hope I've kicked that robot's ass by now.

[If mostly because, you know, Boxer is real. All ten limbs of him. And yet he's still feeling competitive over what is just a figment of Noriko's imagination.

Still, he's quiet and patient while she thinks it over. He doesn't want to pressure her into anything she's not comfortable with...and everyone has a different idea of what's comfortable.

But he's secretly delighted to hear that she's decided to come home with him. His grin is wide.]

Of course. Even have a bed with your name on it, if you want it.

[But in the meantime, there's the issue of...dislodging from her. Yikes. Well, one step at a time, one tentacle at a time...slowly. Starting with the ones in her ass. He follows it up with his golden tentacle, which retracts fully back into his body, and then the last two.

He lowers her legs back down, gently, and doesn't release her ankles until they're safely on the ground.]

I really have a whole lot of you on me, don't I...?

[Aaand now he's licking off the fluids off the end of a tentacle. It really does not stop with him.]

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[Is he really jealous of a robot. Because that'd be so damn cute, but she just laughs.] Well, you did just offer to let me use your bed, so I'll say you've got a strong lead.

[The whole dislodging thing has always been a little awkward but it feels even worse like this. She winces and tries to bear through it but the exit is a considerably harder to deal with than the entrance was. Go figure.]

Ah - you know, I think we might almost be even.

[She's still practically smothered in pre- and normal cum! She should stop worrying about his bed and ask about using the shower. Nariko blinks at him though, trying to really take in and what he's doing and, wow. She doesn't even think to stop herself from asking:]

So exactly how interesting were your teenage years?

[Because he could definitely reach that far now, so ...]

[A dream robot, thank you very much. The competition is tough! Who knows what that guy (girl) bot is capable of doing! Vibrators, electricity, temperature control, the options are endless when you're talking about the robot of Noriko's dreams.]

Sorry, sorry... [He whispers it softly as her discomfort makes itself apparent on her face. He's trying to be gentle as possible, promise, but there's only so much he can do.]

What do you mean?

[To him, asking about his teenage years is coming out of nowhere. He's not following where her train of thought is going.]

It's okay. [She knows it's not on purpose and, in truth, it's actually really sweet that he worries he at all! Usually she gets a guilty look or, worse, some weirdly sadistic prideful look. This isn't anything she can't recover from.

But upon realizing that he doesn't quite get her angle:]

I mean, those things are pretty long. And your dick is incredibly long too, so, I mean. I guess it's definitely better if someone else is doing it but ...

[Maybe it wasn't always that long, though? All Nariko is saying is that if she had such an active thing she'd have probably tried to suck it on her own, too. If you need relief then you're gonna do what you can do, man.]

[No, he had his little power trip when he made her belly bulge. There's no pride in making her hurt.]

Oh. Yeah, it's better. More importantly, easier.

[Once she's all set, he'll go ahead and start packing up her stuff for her. They didn't get through a lot of this beer, did they? Had better things to do.]

It's an awful lot of penis for one person to deal with. [It kinda sucks to be so frequently horny and masturbating is kind of a pain, which heavily contributes to the reason why he has sex so frequently and with so many people.]

The most effective technique...might not be what you're expecting. I can show you, if you want, once my refractory is over.

[She's still pretty damn cum-covered so she debates rolling into the ocean for a little while, just to, y'know, maybe not smell like sex and fluids? It's a good idea, definitely a responsible one ... But she's got a nice bikini coverup that can pass for a lazy excuse of a dress. The worst anyone will see is her legs, and those are pretty clean so it's fine.

She tugs it out from her bag before he gets the beer back in there.]

Sure, if you really don't mind. [He's a lot more open about her idle curiosities than she would expect of any monsterkind.

Her green coverup is shoved over her head and laid out over her body. It's not the most sexy thing in the world but it'll do for moving around.]

And to be fair, an 'awful lot' can easily translate to 'an awful lot of fun', just saying.]

I agree.

[He looks over his shoulder as she puts her coverup on and chokes on a laugh.]

You're not gonna rinse--[well, he supposes she never did get wet in the first place.] Got a thing for bein' out in public...?

[Sure, her legs are clean for now, but gravity is a thing and he knows she's still holding a lot of spunk both on and inside her. Not to mention she's going to be very conscious of it sticking to her during the short walk it takes to get to his apartment complex...]

Yes, actually.

[Although it's more like she has a thing for messing around in public, rather than being very obviously stained, for lack of a better word.] ... It can't be that bad, right? I can make it.

[Nariko is so prideful that she's essentially trying to purport that gravity isn't going to win. She's wrong, of course, but pride and denial are great buddies.

... She's kind of eyeing the waves now. Better safe than sorry, maybe? But she does, uh, kind of want to keep it in there too. Shit.]

[God forbid him influencing her decisions, especially in the name of getting her rocks off!]

Well, if it helps you make your decision, I won't be able to walk with you. I have to swim there.

[If that factors in at all, of course.]

Unless you can carry a quarter-ton of kraken blubber for half a mile. [Right, as if any cell on him is blubber.]

I can carry a lot, but probably not you. [She's a little stronger than she looks, but remains perfectly human. It'd be kind of cool to be able to pick him up, though. He gets a look about the 'blubber' comment though. Dude's all gorgeous muscle and she hasn't put her tongue on nearly enough of it.

But the night is young.]

If it's just me then I don't care. I was going to need to use your bathroom either way. [Might as well go all in on that.] Where am I meeting you, though? [Since they're taking completely different routes.]

It was worth asking. [You honestly never know. He gives her a shit-eating grin when she gives him that look.

Boxer points in the direction she came from.]

Super easy. Just get to the sidewalk and follow it south until you get to Junonia Suites. Can't miss it. Entrance has a bunch of greek pillars in front of it. Call for room 152.

[Yeah, that Junonia Suites. The one where a bunch of richy-rich celebrities like to claim their 'summer homes'.]

[Seriously? Well, shit, now she really does have to try and look presentable before she gets there.]

Yeah, I know it. [It's hard not to since she isn't currently blind, nor does she possess frugal taste.] You'd better hope they don't think I'm some question drifter.

[It's mostly a joke.] Guess I'll see you in a bit.

[She's got her directions, after all!]

Nah, you'll be fine. I can buzz you in.

[He gives her a little wave, making sure that she can...you know, at least walk, before he backs up to throw himself into the sea. Boxer will make it home a lot faster than she does, which means that he has more than enough time to draw her a warm bath and dig out the menu for the barbeque delivery place.]

[She's okay! A little wobbly at times but she gets herself up and powers through!

Not only does it take her a while longer to get there but he ends up being right. Gravity does it's thing and she can't fight the volume of it any, which leads to a mildly embarrassing accident halfway there. It pretty much gushes which feels - always has felt - weirdly pleasant, would be better if a few people hadn't given her some knowing looks.

Whatever. At least there's an alley, and she ends up testing the durability of her towel, and then she has to debate between keeping it with her or throwing it out ... The whole affair builds up to an extra ten minutes, so if he's surprised at the buzzing then no one would blame him.]

Hey.

[There's eerily fresh streaks along her thighs now - a bath would be great.]

Hey.

[He'll greet her at his front door, still damp, but sitting...on a wheelchair. These condos have a reputation for being a little on the conservative side with size, but everything in here--the hallways, the rooms, the bathroom and everything in it--is plus-sized. The original idea was to make it disability-accessible, but like this it's the bare minimum of space he needs to survive. Boxer moves aside for her to enter.

The air inside is fresh, something along the lines of sweet orchid, yet slightly briny like the water. Clean, comfortably dimly lit, cool and humid. All not surprising given its tenant.

He glances down at her legs as she enters and gives her a similarly knowing look, but with a trace of disappointment--a little sad that he couldn't have been there when she had her little accident...not only to witness it but to help with the aftermath. With a gesture, he points to the bathroom.]

I made up a hot bath for you.

[Now that's another surprise for the night! She does stare at it, head tilted, but then moves on easily. Guy's got to get around the city somehow when he needs to, right? But she does kind of wonder if he might benefit from something a little higher, and is that thing really supporting his back? Give her a week and she could design and build something better for him. But that's the engineer in her, and there's no better way to say 'you're cool and we should hang out a lot' than to build something.

There's also stepping inside his apartment, which doesn't feel at all unlike being at the beach again.] Oh, wow. Nice digs.

[As far as her legs, she laughs a little nervously, more embarrassed by it than anything else. And then:]

If you're trying to convince me that you're perfect, it's working, Boxer. Seriously.

[How do nice people like him even exist. She really has to stop banging assholes.]

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